Busan, South Korea -10:35am-

The sunlight filtered through the large windows of the room. The room smelled of coffee and freshly printed paper. It was just another Monday, you had lessons in college. You attended a smaller community college in Korea. Everyone there had to learn English, so they’re all multilingual.

The professor is speaking about computer science. It’s extremely boring and useless, but unfortunately, it’s a required course to get your degree. The professor’s boring lectures are interrupted as a student walks in. He looks.. different. He is brown, unlike the crowd of Korean people here. He must be Pakistani, since that’s the typical minority in your area. The man speaks to the professor in broken English.

“Eh.. I’m new.. I don’t eh.. say English well.” he stammered.

The professor communicates with him and waves him to sit wherever. The man sits near you, but not too close. He has unkept dark curly hair and a small stubble beard growing, which he hates. He’s looking around with narrowed eyes, he seems guarded but nervous. He quickly pulls out an English book. He can not speak much English. His eyes glance up and meet yours. He has sweet eyes. He looks like a sweetheart, a gentleman. He looks away sharply, maybe he’s had a bad day.